I mean, I have waxed poetic before about how entirely snotty I am.
It's really a problem. If you are around me long enough, you might be hit by my snottiness. Literally.
So today I could tell on my run that spring had officially arrived and I once again turn into a very snotty chick. It's very attractive. I'm getting pretty good at the ol' farmer's blow. Just watch out if you're behind me.
You know what? I just wasn't that into my run today. It was great to be out there in SHORTS! SHORTS! today, and Ana and I had some good conversation as usual, but we decided we were just kind of over it. Good thing it was a nice and easy long run before I throw in some more race pace stuff.
Speaking of which, I just saw next Sunday's run already. Gulp.
5 miles comfortable pace, 9 miles goal marathon pace, 4 miles comfortable pace.
I do believe she is trying to kill me.
So I have a full 7 days to wrap my head around that and get psyched up for it. Not psyched out. Which, I'm not gonna lie, is how I felt about five minutes ago when I looked at it.
If this was easy, everyone would be doing it. I signed up for this. Time to go hard or go home. These next two weeks are pretty damn important.
And another good history-related quote comes to mind:
"The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark."
— Michelangelo Buonarroti
— Michelangelo Buonarroti
I need to remember that I had the option to take the safe route, and I have made the conscious decision to ignore that.
